Thursday, March 15, 2007

"Tight Fist"

I once sat
in a triangle of girls
at a party full of
drunk men.
We sat on the bed
topless,
breasts alive with pleasure
lips on mouths
lips on nipples
hands groping sex.
It was heaven
until he barged
into the room,
a furious bull
with a face of prime evil.
He butted his nose
up against mine
so close I could
almost lick his teeth,
so close I could not
focus on his features.
He stood over me,
arm cocked back
ready to strike me
square in the face
if I would give him
a reason to do it.
He ordered me home
with him,
"Right now you cunt,
you're coming with me".
I smiled, scared and excited,
still high on ecstasy,
telling him no
through my teeth.
I watched his fury
rise up his neck,
jugular veins distended,
pulsing,
hand trembling as
he adjusted his fingers
for a tighter fist.
I laughed in his face,
"I'm not a goddamn dog,
and I'm not going
anywhere with you,
you crazy fuck".
His arm went into
motion and I
felt the force of his body
as it contacted
the left side of my head.
I was sober now,
too sober to cry
too sober to scream,
so I sat there stunned
and silent.
"Bitch" he spat at me
as the other drunk guys
at the party
dragged his ass from the room
and dumped him
from the balcony
to the ground below.
I went on kissing lips,
kissing nipples
hands groping sex. Aleathia Drehmer 2007